"Bravo!" Crescendo stood from his table offering a resounding applause for the piano piece that Frederic had just played for them. Polka couldn't help but giggle and offer her applause as well. It was just a small piano piece. And an old one too but lovely all the same.

"Yeah Frederic. You haven't lost your touch!" Viola nodded turning her attention back to her food.

"Thank you all." He replied charmingly, offering a small bow as he walked back over to the others as they dined.

From their group five years ago two were missing from the table. Serenade and Allegretto. Where Serenade was, Polka did not know. She was too frightened to ask with the way Crescendo looked when he thought no one was looking. As for Retto…

"I do hope your brother feels better so he can join us tomorrow at least. Frederic will be presenting the rest of the court with something much more grand, or so he has told me. It would be a shame to miss out on that." Crescendo said softly, offering up some conversation to the silent table.

Beat offered a small smile. "Yeah. I'll make sure he gets lots of rest so he can be here."

It seemed Allegretto was being a child… Polka sighed, she really would have no choice but to eventually talk to him. She couldn't hide from him as he was hiding from her. One would have to be the bigger person and sort out this ordeal and it would have to be her.

But all thoughts of her former crush vanished as Frederic finally took his seat beside her. "Frederic. You really were amazing."

"Thank you Polka," he turned to her, offering the blonde a warm smile. "You've heard me play so many times, more than anyone."

"I know." She smiled back happily. "It's always amazing. Each and every time."

Viola smiled widely at the two. "What did you two do while you were off on your adventure?"

Frederic turned his gaze to the other blonde for a moment. "Many things. But Polka did much more. She converted everyone she met off mineral powder. She sold her Floral powder. Her role was quite important. Her income made sure we could travel from place to place comfortably."

"And Frederic composed many new and wonderful pieces. Even playing in quite a few stages around the world. It was such a thrilling experience. Though. I am glad to be going home. I missed Tenuto and my mom."

"And where will you go after that?" Beat asked, looking up at her hopefully. "Will you be staying in Tenuto for a while? It'd be great to have you around again."

Polka glanced at Frederic for a moment before offering Beat a small shrug. "I am afraid I do not know… I will figure it out once I return home. For now I will enjoy being here and seeing all your wonderful faces again. For even if I return there will be a few of you that I will not see again for quite some time."

Prince Crescendo lowered his gaze, stirring the food he had on his plate around a bit. "Polka, you may return here whenever you desire. Send me a messenger and I'll send a ship to you. It may take a little longer to get here, but you are always welcome with open arms."

"Hey Princy!" Salsa interrupted looking around as if she had just realized something. "Where is your princess? This isn't a real reunion unless we're all here!"

"Salsa…" March murmured sending an apologetic look towards the Prince.

"Princess Serenade has business in Forte…" The Prince began. "It's occupying a great deal of her time."

Beat's brows furrowed at the other's words. "Serenade is still in Forte… Hey. Prince Crescendo… there is a new countess in Forte. Is it possible they are the same person?"

That would explain the empty room that used to belong to the young princess. "Oh…. Prince Crescendo… That isn't true is it?" Polka asked her voice filled with sympathy for the young prince.

"Now really isn't the time for this talk." Jazz cut it.

"No… Jazz. It is fine. They have a right to know." He slowly looked back up offering them a smile. "I am afraid that Serenade has left Baroque for Forte. She is the reigning countess there. She and I have… parted ways on pleasant terms. But when I held out the invitation to her to come to this gathering she declined. The reason I know not, but there are many I can venture. Show her no ill will, for she is simply doing her duty."

This information seemed to quell the curiosity of the younger ones at the table, and they missed the dark glower of Jazz. The elders knew though. This was a sugar coated story of what really happened. Polka looked up at Frederic who met her gaze. After Baroque. Before she went home. They had to go to Forte.

Viola stretched a bit, everyone was starting to turn in for the night. Crescendo had departed early leaving the others to chat for a bit before choosing to do the same. Viola raised her arms over her head popping her back, her gaze was on Jazz and Claves as pink haired woman tried to usher him upstairs. He seemed very uninterested in such things.

She couldn't help but feel smug about it all.

Finally a put out Claves left him be. Viola attempted to hide her smirk of satisfaction and sauntered over as Claves retreated.

"Hey Jazz."

"Viola." He said a bit stiffly, though he offered her a smile. Dealing with Claves must be trying, especially when he didn't care for the relationship he had with her. What bond him so tightly to her still? Was it guilt? That she had died and he'd been unable to protect her…?

"Is the Prince going to be okay?" she asked, deciding to focus on his friend.

Jazz pursed his lips together shaking his head slightly. "That I do not know. I am worried… I do think I'll stay with him tonight. Talk to him a bit more."

"That's a good idea." Viola admitted. "I'm worried about him."

Jazz nodded, running a hand over his brow. "I wish there was more I could do to help him…"

"You'll think of something. He's one of your dearest friends. If anyone can find a way to help him, you can."

"I will certainly do all I can to help him. But I will not keep you any longer. Good night Viola."

"Night Jazz…" She bit her lip watching him walk away. If the situation was better she'd find a way to snag his attention further. However… she couldn't deny the prince who was in dire need of his friend.

It felt like she was letting opportunity slide through her fingers though. If she kept her distance she'd lose him. He'd go back home with Claves and there he would stay. Miserable…

"Viola…?"

The goat herder turned around to greet her little blonde friend. "Polka. I thought you turned in for the night…"

The younger shook her head a bit. "I find myself very lonely despite being surrounded by friends. The room is so big and I'm all by myself. In these past five years I have never slept alone. In the next bed Frederic has always been there. Scribbling some new music… reading or talking with me."

Viola ruffled the young women's blonde hair. "You poor thing. If you're so upset go knock on Frederic's door. I'm sure he won't mind. "

Polka's cheeks heated up at the same thought. She placed her hands over her face and shook her head. "Oh no! I couldn't. There is only one bed and… I couldn't possibly disturb him. I just… No."

Viola let out a laugh and tugged Polka along despite her protests.

"Oh! No. Viola!"

"You'll thank me later. Come on." She marched to the room the musician was staying in and rapped on the door loudly.

In moments the door opened to reveal a curious Frederic. "Viola…? Is there something I can assist you with?"

The blonde smiled brightly and waved a hand. "Not me!" She looked him over for a moment, noting that she hadn't woken him up. He was underdressed. The most she'd ever seen despite having traveled around with him. Well… if you could count him just being in his white dress shirt and pants. Normal wear really… but certainly underdressed for one such as he. "Polka though. You could help her."

"Oh…?" He blinked curiously opening the door a little wider so he could see the girl who was hiding behind Viola. "Polka. Is something wrong?"

The frazzled girl shook her head. "No. Nothing Frederic. Viola is just-"

"Trying to help! She was telling me how lonely it was without your presence since you've spent all your nights together since we parted ways."

The composer let out a small laugh. "I was just thinking that myself. Polka. Do come in. We can talk as we used to. I have just put some tea on, since sleep was eluding me as well."

Seeing as the situation was resolving itself, Viola slipped away as Polka murmured how she was thirsty… and if it wasn't too much trouble….

Heh~ Feeling mighty proud of herself for helping she strode through the halls of Baroque castle. To be honest she wasn't feeling all that tired herself. But she didn't have anyone to go pester and help. She couldn't accidentally stumble into Jazz's room, because he wasn't there. Claves would be though and she had no great desire to talk to that girl.

"You shouldn't encourage them."

"Allegretto…" She knew that voice. Though it was a bit deeper. A little more grown up. She turned to see him standing in the shadows of the corridors. A faint smell of what had to be wine surrounded him. For some reason she felt a bit relieved that she found Polka and hurried her into Frederic's room. Saved the whole castle from a nasty confrontation that was likely to wake the dead. Her good deeds were really stacking up!

"Why shouldn't I?" She folded her own arms over her chest, keeping her distance. "And hello to you too, kid. It's been a while."

The silver haired male scoffed and stepped forward. "I really didn't want to come, in all honesty."

"And why is that?" Viola questioned. "The rest of us haven't done anything. And neither has Polka. You had your chance and you let it slip through your fingers. Getting overly jealous of some guy who was only kind to her. It was never anything more than friendship."

"It was always something more." Allegretto snapped.

"It wasn't!" Viola defended. "Think about it from Polka's view point. She had been all alone in the world until she met Frederic. Someone like her. Who could use magic and would die soon as well. Someone who shared her very same fate. Someone who had such strange ideas it made Polka believe in anything. In herself. Polka will always love Frederic in a way she couldn't love you. But that didn't mean she didn't love you with every bit of her heart. But your jealousy is what made you lose her…"

"I have not lost her. Nothing is different."

"Then why haven't you seen her? Why are you avoiding all of us?" Viola rubbed her temples, in no mood for kids and their issues. "Look. You want Polka. You walk right up to her and win her back. And do it right. Trying to hurt Frederic in any way… will result more than my fist in your face, got it?"

There was no answer, so naturally she assumed the matter was over. And Retto would try and win Polka back. Which… probably wouldn't work. Polka seemed quite enamored with Frederic. Hopefully the matter would resolve itself peacefully… and life would go on.

She could only deal with so many couple dramas at a time.

SO here is what happened.

I got Eternal Sonata when the PS3 came out. And I wanted to play though it because I know there was extra stuff. While I was doing that my PS3 died. So a year later I managed to get it fixed. I restarted the game and then life happened. Once again I am attempting to get through the game.
And I really didn't want to write anymore till I beat the game on the PS3 Since I believe there is more information about villains like Fugue and Ronda (maybe) That's just what I've heard. So. That's what I'm doing. I have been able to write you a little filler chapter her. Hopefully it's good and satisfies you all for a little while. I am really sorry for this taking so long. It really wasn't my intention. And hopefully the next update will be soon. I am thinking a month or two. Not as long as this last one. I promise.
Thank you for all the people who insisted I continue who love this story and want more. This is for all of you.